Another new year. A shiny new year, bow on top, filled with all of the impending unknowns and eager anticipation that the last held. The promise of rebirth and renewal gleams, the promise of a clean palate and unsullied stretches of days ahead and the official closing of another chapter. It’s all very ceremonial. We put on our party hats, bid adieu to the mishaps and setbacks and disappointments of yesteryear, and turn our faces and hearts toward the seedlings of opportunity waiting to sprout from the 365 days ahead.
As we grow, so do our resolutions. Our aspirations and desires and hopes and intentions evolve and carry the weight of our years and the grit of responsibility. The topography of our lives is ever-changing. It gets more complicated and more messy and more difficult. And as I stand now at the foot of 2011, another year passed, another year to come, I see how all of the planning and hoping and mind jabbering is so much smaller than what we choose to do with the changing topography of our lives. What we choose to do when our dreams change shape and our aspirations fall short and the seedlings of opportunity we have planted stay underground. And whether we are able to open our eyes and our hearts to the gifts that are born from the turbulence that pains us.
Life does not go as planned. Thank God. I would have missed out on so much if it did. We mustn't forget how small we are. We are children of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars. We must love every minute. We must try. Even when life doesn't go according to plans. We must keep our eyes and our hearts and our arms wide open to welcome the quiet gifts that hide beneath our unanswered prayers and unfulfilled resolutions.
This year I will continue to dream. I will dream big. I will bask in the promise of rebirth and renewal as I welcome a shiny new chapter. And I will never lose hope. Not ever. Not if my seedlings don't sprout. Not if I stumble. Not if I fail. I will remember that even when it feels like I'm sinking, I will survive. I will remember that like the trees, my roots are deep and strong. I will remember that like the stars, my light shines forever.
2011, I am ready. Bring it on.
4 comments:
Rejuvenating. Thank you!
There's the other side of this too. When things are no longer messy, but very simple and clean. When you have achieved your all of your goals and dreams and aspirations...and yet you are barely middle age, full of energy and have more than enough time on your hands to do it all over again.
I think you NAIL it with the word 'hope'. Whether you are hoping for things to change or hoping for something to do, the KEY is to never never never give up hoping.
If your seedlings don't sprout, eat the seeds. If you feel like you're sinking, put on a pretty life vest and float for a while. And, when you stumble, make it part of the dance...
Life is good. You are great.
Joy is what we feel when we realize how very good everything really is. But we can still keep hoping that it gets just a little bit better...
God I love you!
I love your blog message, as always. I'll be sharing excerpts in my classes to spread the seeds! xoxoxox
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